Clarisse Evans stared at her computer screen in despair. She had been working on this project for months, but it had yet to bear fruit. Her supervisor had wanted her to get data. She got the data. He had asked for simulations. She'd run them. He wanted reports. She wrote them up. But more than anything they needed a test subject. No amount of research and d...
Themes for this one: Transformation, Lactation, Mind Control, Non-consent/Reluctance, Orgy -=-=-=- On their way back from a recent job, Lucinda's party had been exploring a ruined tower they'd stumbled upon in a forest that happened to be on their chosen route. The interior was mostly bare, and noticeably lacking in treasure. However, a locked and inta...
We were sitting around the living room one evening. There were footsteps on the gravel outside. "Go and have a look," Inana told me. I slipped on a pair of thongs and grabbed a torch and went outside. "It's me, Mr. Robert," I heard. "I've brought you mangoes." It was Jack all done up in his Melanesian gear. I went back inside and told Inana that it was on...
Lit Admin note: this story does not contain explicit sexual situations. Because future chapters will include explicit BDSM sexuality, we are placing this chapter in that category to keep the story together. Note: This text is only getting published in merit of my gifted editor, Psycho17 -- I strongly recommend his aptitude! His editor profile may sound inti...
Author's note: Sorry for the short chapter... I need a bridge for the next story arc. Sylver ***** I was gulping down Jerome's thick delicious semen, my mouth stretched around his massive head as he unloaded his half gallon of sperm into my stomach, when I heard the mistress walk in. For a week, this was our routine, except the mistress didn't let him f...
Nina winked at her guards as they approached the training block. "You can go take a break," she said. "This cow won't cause any problems for me." She squeezed Ashley's neck, Ashley trembling under her grip. Despite her musculature, while in her control, the woman had turned increasingly docile. It was rather unexpected, and she thrilled at the taste of the...
CHAPTER SEVEN -- MILKING PARTY By the fourth day, all the little cows are giving lots of milk with their teats hooked up to the strong nipple pulsators in the milking barn. They have learned to orgasm while on the machines. They don't need to touch themselves. Their little bottoms wave in the air as they give their milk, a fine sight to see for anyone breez...
The abandoned house was plain creepy. Every time Heather passed it on her way to her dorm room from class it gave her the shivers. She remembered when she was in high school, all the kids would play truth or dare and it seemed that every game the house would be mentioned in a dare; ‘go egg the house,’ ‘go knock on the house door,’ ‘go in the house.’ Of cours...
Jack leaned back in his plush leather chair and pondered the events of the past four months. There was little doubt in his analytical mind that he was one of the luckiest men on earth. Now think about it; how many 32 year old men not only owned their own very profitable corporation, but could also run a side business that you both enjoyed and met very intere...
Eric climbed out of his truck in the wholesaler yard. Several other farmers were drifting between stacks of feed and fertilizer making broad gestures while telling bad jokes. Normally, Eric would have joined them. Getting away from the farm was a rare opportunity and it was his habit to find enjoyment in it wherever he could. But today was a little different...